chapter 4

Looking at the Shaolin Temple in front of him, there were only two words in Xuanxin's heart.

That's it?

It doesn't have any foundation, yet it still has the nerve to call itself the Shaolin Temple?

In this barren mountain forest, in this small temple, there isn't even a dignified Buddha statue. In one sentence, it's nothing.

If he could return to Earth, Xuanxin would be too embarrassed to tell others that he was also the abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

Master Shi Yongxin, the Shaolin Temple of Mount Song, what kind of foundation is that? What kind of face and style was that? Looking at his dilapidated small courtyard and old house …

"There's still a long way to go."

Xuanxin sighed silently in his heart. There's still a long way to go to develop the Shaolin Temple.

[Abbot Sign-In System]

Sign-In Value: 50100

Merit Value: 16

A simple system panel message appeared in front of Xuanxin's eyes.

"My sign-in value increased by 50 points?"

Xuanxin was stunned. It was still 0 points before, how did it increase by 50 points all of a sudden?

Two merit points were deducted, which was within Xuan Xin's expectations. This was because he had just used the Golden Light Illumination once.

Two merit points were deducted for each use of the Golden Light Bulb.

It's still acceptable.

But how did the 50 Check-In Value increase?

The first way to increase the sign-in value was to obtain merit points. At present, Xuanxin still didn't know how to obtain merit points.

The second way was to develop the Sect and increase the incense, luck, and faith of the Sect.

"Could it be …"

Xuanxin faintly understood that the Shaolin Temple's luck must have increased.

He just established his authority as the abbot in front of the Xuan Gang.

The Xuan Gang was convinced and now listened to him. It could be said that it increased the cohesion of the Shaolin Temple, but it increased the sign-in value by 50 points.

Does the martial arts fanatic Xuan Gang have such strong luck?

"Mas … Abbot, lunch is ready."

Not long after, Xuan Gang ran over and stood respectfully beside Xuanxin.

He invited Xuanxin over to enjoy the vegetarian meal.

As the saying goes, three monks have no water to drink. But if one of them is an abbot with leadership skills.

And absolute authority!

Then there would be water to drink!

"Alright."

Xuanxin looked at Xuan Gang approvingly. He looked at Xuan Gang's respectful attitude and cautious eyes.

His authority as the abbot had truly been established.

As a leader, he had to be respected and feared by his subordinates.

Walking into the room, a large bowl of millet porridge and a small plate of pickled vegetables were placed on the simple dining table.

"Abbot, there is only this much rice left in the rice vat."

"Go ahead, I'm not hungry."

Xuan Gang glanced at the millet porridge. Although he said that he wasn't hungry, his stomach was growling.

The Shaolin Temple was so poor that there was no rice left in the pot. He didn't know if Xuan Yuan could bring back more food when he went down the mountain to beg for alms.

Xuanxin ignored Xuan Gang and sat down. He picked up the bowl of millet porridge and took a sip.

It could only be said that the soup was light and watery. There were very few grains of rice in this bowl of millet porridge, but it was quite fragrant.

Especially when paired with a mouthful of pickled vegetables, it was very delicious.

Xuanxin drank the millet porridge while Xuan Gang put his palms together and waited respectfully behind Xuanxin.

One could see the reverence and worship in Xuan Gang's eyes.

He really treated Xuanxin as a reincarnated Buddha, a reincarnated Buddha.

There was a piety in the depths of his eyes.

"After washing the dishes, clean the courtyard." "

After finishing the bowl of millet porridge, Xuanxin felt very satisfied.

"Yes, Abbot."

Xuan Gang was very nimble. He cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks and went to do his work.

His mind was filled with thoughts of performing well and then learning the palm technique that descended from the sky …

Seeing that Xuan Gang was so obedient, Xuanxin felt very satisfied. He decided to find an opportunity to impart the Virgin Buddha Embracing Technique to him.

Xuan Gang was a martial arts fanatic. Moreover, he was very talented in martial arts. Imparting the Virgin Buddha Embracing Technique to him would be a good idea.

It would also be a good way to increase the combat power of the Shaolin Temple.

As the Abbot of the Shaolin Temple and the leader of the Shaolin Temple, Ren Baqian had to set up a plan.

Not to mention the Virgin Buddha Embracing Technique, Xuanxin wouldn't be stingy even if it was the Buddha's Palm.

Xuan Gang was very talented. If he reached the Xiantian Full Circle in the future, Ren Baqian would definitely find an opportunity to impart the Buddha's Palm to him.

In the future, Xuanxin would also impart the Buddha's Palm to those who were very talented and accepted them as third generation disciples.

Of course, these were all things for the future. For the current Xuanxin, the Shaolin Temple didn't have a foundation. They were so poor that they didn't even have rice to cook.

The most important thing was to solve the problem of food and clothing, improve their lives, and develop their foundation.

"Abbot, Xuan Yuan is back."

Xuan Gang, who was cleaning the courtyard, ran in and said excitedly, his eyes shining.

The Shaolin Temple was so poor that they didn't even have rice to cook. Xuan Yuan had come down the mountain to beg alms, which meant that they had rice to eat.

As soon as Xuan Gang's voice fell, a monk dressed in gray monk robes, with a round face and alert brows, a glib mouth under the high bridge of his nose, and two large protruding ears, walked in quickly, giving off an inexplicable sense of humor.

Xuan Yuan was also Xuanxin's Second Senior Brother. He looked a little fat, but his steps were vigorous and his posture was agile.

He gave people a sense of quick-wittedness and affinity.

As soon as Xuan Yuan entered the meditation room, he took off the big sack on his shoulder.

He took out a bag of rice, a bag of noodles, and oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. Looking at these materials, Xuan Gang couldn't stop smiling.

His eyes were straight.

In this world where martial arts flourished and Buddhism was respected, the status of a monk was still very high, as long as you had a eloquent mouth.

It was very easy to go out and beg alms.

If you could fool people, you wouldn't starve to death!

"Amitabha."

After saying the name of Buddha and seeing these rice and noodles, Xuanxin, as the abbot, could be said to be in a much better mood.

With food in the temple, he wouldn't panic.

"Haha …"

Xuan Yuan glanced at Xuanxin and couldn't help but sneer.

Xuan Yuan had a lot of resentment in his heart for his master, the old monk Hui Neng, to let Xuanxin, his Junior Brother, take over as the abbot.

In his opinion, he was the most suitable second generation disciple of the Shaolin Temple to be the abbot.

Only he could lead the development of the Shaolin Temple.

In Xuan Yuan's opinion, although Senior Brother Xuan Gang was very talented in martial arts, he was a martial arts fanatic.

It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a reckless man.

Junior Brother Xuanxin was mediocre in martial arts and had never shown the slightest understanding of Buddhism.

Only Xuan Yuan was not only talented in martial arts, but also had a very high understanding of Buddhism. He really couldn't understand why his master was so biased.

He passed the abbot position to Junior Brother Xuanxin, the most useless second generation disciple of the Shaolin Temple.

Today, after returning from begging alms, Xuan Yuan was ready to lay his cards on the table with his two Senior Brothers.

"Junior Brother, I have something that I have thought about for a long time, but I have to say it today."

"You have to give up your position. I will be the abbot of the Shaolin Temple."

Xuan Yuan, who had been suppressing his resentment for many days, spoke very straightforwardly and didn't hide his inner thoughts.

He wanted to be the abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

"Xuan Yuan, are you crazy?"

Xuan Gang's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that Xuan Yuan would say such a thing.

Not to mention, Xuanxin taking over the abbot position was arranged by Master Hui Neng before he passed away. In Xuan Gang's eyes, Xuanxin was the reincarnation of Buddha.

He was the reincarnation of the Arhat. Xuan Yuan, were you crazy?

"Amitabha."

On Xuan Xin's handsome face, there wasn't the slightest fluctuation. He just calmly chanted the name of Buddha and then closed his eyes.

"Xuan Yuan, I think you want to be beaten up."

Xuan Gang glared at him. He couldn't bear it at this time. In his eyes, Junior Brother Xuanxin was the reincarnation of Buddha.

But the reincarnation of the Arhat also knew a set of powerful palm techniques that fell from the sky.

In the entire Shaolin Temple, Xuan Gang only respected Junior Brother Xuanxin!

What was Xuan Yuan? How could he let Junior Brother give up the abbot position to him?

"Shut up, you brute."

"Only I can lead Shaolin to develop and grow."

"Master is old and confused. He doesn't know that I, Xuan Yuan, am the hope of Shaolin's resurgence!"

Xuan Yuan's fat round face wrinkled in a flash. He was really a little afraid that Xuan Gang, this brute, would act recklessly.

In terms of martial arts fighting strength, he was afraid that even ten of him would not be Xuan Gang's opponent.

Although his martial arts talent was not bad, and he also had the martial arts cultivation of the sixth stage, the gap between him and Xuan Gang was not big.

But Xuan Gang, this guy, was fierce. Even if his martial arts realm was ahead, Xuan Yuan did not have the confidence and courage to fight with Xuan Gang.

The gap in fighting strength could not be completely made up by the advancement of martial arts realm.

His strong point was the understanding of Buddhism, the comprehension of Buddhism's profound words, martial arts fighting strength was not his strong point.

"Xuan Yuan, I tell you, Master … Abbot, he is the reincarnation of Buddha."

"He is the reincarnation of the Arhat. His martial arts are very strong, and he also knows a set of palm techniques that fell from the sky. I, Xuan Gang, only admire him …"

Xuan Gang respectfully stood beside Xuanxin. His hands were clasped together. His face was firm and his eyes were full of reverence.

His position was still very firm!

In his eyes, the current Little Junior Brother was no longer the Little Junior Brother who was honest and willing to work hard without complaint.

He was the reincarnation of Buddha, but also the reincarnation of Buddha. He was an existence that he could not understand, but he was incomparably respectful